We Meet Again [18+] | BxB

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟗

Four days later, the hospital room remained a sanctuary for Damian and Asher, a place where they sought solace amidst the turmoil of their lives. Damian, still recovering from the ordeal, was undergoing a series of checkups to ensure his health was stabilizing. The high dose of medication that had been administered to him continued to linger in his system, keeping him in a state of semi-consciousness.

Asher had been by Damian's side since the incident, his sleep deprivation a testament to his unwavering support. His resilience was put to the test as he sat vigilantly by Damian's bed, his eyes constantly scanning for any signs of improvement.

As Damian slowly regained consciousness, he felt a strange numbness spreading through his body, accompanied by a dull ache in his back. The world around him seemed to blur as he struggled to focus, his mind hazy from the lingering effects of the medication.

In his grogginess, Damian shifted slightly, trying to alleviate the discomfort. As he did so, he felt something warm and soft press against his right arm. Blinking his eyes to adjust to his newfound clarity, he glanced down to find Asher's head resting against him, his features softened in sleep.

A wave of emotion washed over Damian as he took in the sight before him. The depth of Asher's devotion, his unwavering support, and his unyielding commitment to their friendship were all encapsulated in that simple, tender moment.

As Damian's awareness sharpened, he reached out with his left hand, gently brushing the hair away from Asher's forehead. His touch was a silent reassurance, a reminder that he was there for Asher as well, in this dark and uncertain time.

Asher stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open to find Damian's concerned gaze upon him. In that moment, the weight of their shared experiences seemed to dissipate, replaced by the unwavering bond they had forged through their trials.

His first instinct was to call the nurse and provide Damian with the care he needed. But before he could move, Damian's hand gently grasped his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"I'm gonna call the nurse to check up on you real quick. You need to rest and get better," Asher said, concern evident in his voice as he tried to reassure Damian..

Damian, his eyes filled with gratitude and a hint of vulnerability, shook his head softly. "Asher, sit down with me. I'm okay for now. Please, just stay here with me," Damian pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with sincerity.

Asher hesitated, torn between his responsibility to ensure Damian's well-being and his desire to be by his side in this moment of need. After a moment of contemplation, Asher relented, taking a seat beside Damian's hospital bed.

The silence between them was engulfed by the steady beeping of the monitors, a comforting rhythm that anchored them in the present. Damian's eyes met Asher's, a silent exchange of understanding passing between them.

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he cleared his throat quietly before speaking in a serious tone, "Hey Asher?"

Asher, still radiating concern for Damian's well-being, immediately responded, "Yes, did you need something? Should I call the nurse? I want to make sure you're okay."

Damian shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "No, no, everything's fine," he reassured Asher before launching into his attempt at humor. "My ex didn't like my fruit jokes."

There was a moment of silence as Asher processed Damian's remark, his expression remaining serious. "Well, that ex must have really bad taste then," Asher replied, his concern for Damian still evident in his voice.

But Damian, undeterred, ignored Asher's comment and continued with his joke, a grin spreading across his face. "So I let that man-go," he quipped, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he waited for Asher's reaction.